First Reply An Embrace Of Pain

[Alina Tremiru]

Pain was power.

It was a lesson taught to her by Darth Carnifex all that time ago. Freedom from it's control over her reactions was the first lesson. The numbness, the lack of focus when pain shocked the mind. Utilizing the focus was the second. The hyperawareness of being brought to the brink of death and the clarity it brought the mind. The chains of pain had been broken. Though, it brought with it it's own shift in her personality, or perhaps a return to form?

Fight clubs were a good place as any to practice that focus. The pain a punch once brought her wasn't a thing now, but shock boxing still brought the sting of a taser. The uncontrollable lurch and spasm was something she could actually react through now, even still her body with. It got her quite a few credits in this club in particular. She went in without any weapons or armor while her opponents had not only their shock gauntlets but body suits, helmets.

It'd started with people not, but after the first couple of broken foes people started to pick up more weaponry.

Like now. Alina kept a simple mask on her face to at least hide herself as she faced down her next foe. Gamorian, with their signature axe. They didn't last long. A couple swings that could never reach the masked Sith and a single punch from her sent him right into unconsciousness. An axe wasn't the kind of pain she was looking to work through. So she looked out the ring, raised a hand.

"Next."

 

[Sig Dryggo]

An Embrace of Pain​

Tag(s): Alina Tremiru
Objective(s): Fight.

Within the cold and dark places beneath the surface of the galaxy, he waited. He watched as the galaxy continued to swell under its own chaos. He patiently let his clan grow in the outer reaches of the void. All while he remained hidden among the people, them none the wiser and unaware of the monster that sat among them. He continued his own training, in his own ways.

Fight clubs weren’t for the credits. He never took them. No, it was practice.

Today started like any other. The winnings came and meant nothing, as usual. But during his downtime watching the others he witnessed one who fought with a different kind of aggression. The warrior watched her fight and admired the ferocity. Yet, he could tell it wasn’t the same as his own. Or even that of a warrior. No, this woman fought with something else, something the warrior himself couldn’t quite place.

After observing the latest bout and failed combatant, the warrior, who was clad in a black cloak and whose face was obscured, stood and left the busy yet seedy establishment currently hosting the fight. After a few minutes, and no new challengers stepping forward, the room fell silent as heavy boots began to echo off the walls.

Eyes turned in the direction of the warrior who now revealed themselves: Sig Dryggo, Alor of Clan Dryggo, and previously thought dead Mandalorian Neo-Crusader. His red armor had some new scorch and blaster marks, from his previous engagement on Tatooine where he was presumed dead.

Through his emotionless t-visor he glared at the female warrior. Calmly he walked over, the crowd of individuals splitting like a sea before him. He stopped just before her and glared down at her before turning and walking a few paces away.

Once more he turned and faced her, this time raising his hands in a fighting stance. With two fingers he motioned for her to strike first.

He was back and he was determined to let the galaxy know.

 

[Alina Tremiru]

Mandalorian.

It was good Alina had a ceramic mask. Behind it, her fangs bared in a silent snarl. After the fall of the Sith Empire, she'd been hunted by them. She fought wars against them. To see one here, it brought those memories back. But as quick as the snarl came, it faded. Rage was good, but not if it started to control her. So she watched in silence, curious why this warrior had approached her so close.

Only for him to step back and turn, prepared for a fight. Alina laughed as she brought her hands up, curled into fists. Then shot forward. He gave her the first move, and she felt no reason not to go all in on it. Shock boxing had been her earliest form of training, her arms close to her chest, coiled to lash out. Alina certainly did lash out. A lightning quick punch right for the t-visor. Foolish for most, but she hit with an unnatural might that could burry him right away if he overlooked it. It'd been too long since she tested her mettle against a Mandalorian.

This was a good chance.

Sig Dryggo

 

[Sig Dryggo]

Sig was a Mandalorian. His foes were almost always superior to him by his very nature alone. Yet, like the beasts his vod were known for hunting, he was just as swift. As the sudden assault began, directed squarely at his face, the Mandalorian let himself chuckle.

As he did so he quickly raised both arms up, allowing his beskar’gam absorb the impact. As it did he could feel himself slide back ever so slightly; an indicator to himself of the type of opponent he was facing. Whether they knew it or not, they had inadvertently told Sig they were a force-user of some kind.

Information he’d gladly use. Within a mere moment of the impact, Sig threw his arms to his side and launched a powerful kick directed at his opponents chest with the intention of knocking the wind out of their lungs. Immediately after he followed the kick with a series of jabs directed at her rib cage.

Either way he hoped to do some minor damage or, at the very least, stun her temporarily.

Alina Tremiru

 

[Alina Tremiru]

Beskar, as always, was something she couldn't punch through. Still, she laughed as her fist hit steel. Another person would've broken their fist on impact. She did not. Behind her mask the grin widened, even as he knocked her fist away, left her open. The kick came, hitting flesh with the tell tale dull thud of a deep blow. There was a gasp as air was knocked from her lungs.

Alina was still moving, however.

Sangnir didn't need to breath, as it turned out. The dull ache in her chest throbbed in the back of her mind, but those types of hits wouldn't stun her. She weaved through his punches, bringing her fists again tight to her chest before twisting to let another of his punches sail by her chest. In that same motion, her fist launched right up, aiming for right under his chin.

Sig Dryggo

 

[Sig Dryggo]

He was quick to move but not quick enough. Her fist connected with his chin and the Mandalorian warrior was sent off his feet and back a distance, landing with a hard thud. At this point, however, adrenaline had taken its hold and the blood pulsing in his veins began to burn with rage.

Not a second after the impact he brought himself back to his feet. She was resilient, but still mortal. Sig broke into a sprint towards her, some of the bystanders and audience members diving out of the way to avoid the bulldozing warrior. As he neared her a loud noise erupted from behind him: his jetpack activated for a few brief seconds to give Sig a massive launch into the air.

As he came down he brought his hands together to form a club, directing it not at her head but at her shoulder. A proper and well placed hit could easily break or dislocate it, as was the intention. He hoped that even if she moved or blocked the blow that the force would be enough to do some sort of damage.

Regardless his mind was keen on one thing: victory no matter the cost.

Alina Tremiru

 

[Alina Tremiru]

Oh the jetpack now?

Alina's grin only widened further. This was an underground fight club, but a Mandalorian using all of his kit for a fight? That wasn't the type of fight she'd find down here. It was one she wanted, more than anything else. She wasn't mortal, though, as he'd soon find out. The strike came and she bright her arms up to block it. Took the blow right there on her forearms. She could feel it deep in her arms. Bruising, possibly even cracked bones.

It wasn't going to stop her though. She went to grab him, flip him right over her shoulders like he was little more than a wet towel. She was beyond strong enough to swing him around, and she was going to. Emphasis on was. Her grip couldn't close. Turned out the broken parts messed with that. A hiss escaped her as she instead went for a knee right for his gut. Whether it hurt him or not didn't mater, she wanted some space.

Sig Dryggo

 

[Sig Dryggo]

As his opponent reacted to his downward strike, Sig took notice of something valuable: distance. It seemed she was keen on keeping it, clearly offering her an advantage Sig wasn’t yet aware of. Despite not knowing it’s effects, it was clear he needed to keep as close as he could to his foe.

As he came down and her forearms took the powerful blow, it was also clear he needed more than just his strength in this fight.

He watched as her knee brought itself to meet his chest, a breath of air escaping his lips as an immediate result. He’d go forward but only for a moment; he used the forward momentum to bring his arm back up, now aiming for her chin.

Regardless if he hit, he’d follow it quickly with a vibrowire cable launching from his gauntlet aimed directly at her legs. Whether she went down or not, he wasn’t going to let her get the space she seemed to want.

Alina Tremiru

 

[Alina Tremiru]

There was a loud crack on impact, sending her stumbling. Inhuman as she was, a solid blow to the chin even had her seeing stars. It didn't stop her from swinging in return, a wide hook that likely wouldn't hit. She could act through pain no issue, but she still needed to work on properly focusing it. Ceramic cracked further on the ground as her mask slipped off. The blow certainly had shattered it.

Then the ground was pulled out. She blinked as she felt the cord wrapped around her foot. The tug that came next sent her right to the ground. She hissed a little in annoyance before swinging her hand down. Nails elongated, cleaving right through the cable before she rolled to her feet. "Next you'll start shooting me, huh. Can't beat up little old me without your tools?"

Sig Dryggo

 

[Sig Dryggo]

Sig smirked as she returned to her feet. “Most the fodder you go up against probably don’t know the game is rigged against them,” he stated calmly in return, “but I know a force-sensitive when I see one…”

He then reached over his shoulder and pulled out a thick metallic rod that suddenly extended out, the end forming a massive ball with spikes; a beskar war mace. Taking the two handed weapon in hand, Sig swung it diagonally towards the woman.

He knew it likely wouldn’t hit, but it would surely throw her off balance, or so he hoped.

Alina Tremiru

 

[Alina Tremiru]

"To be fair it's not like I'm throwing them around or the like." She shrugged her shoulders before hopping from one foot to the other, shaking out her hands, relaxing her body again. Every flex of her fingers confirmed that she was healing quick, that her body stopped being broken. Though seeing that mace get pulled certainly put a damper on not being broken. Red leeched out of her palm, blood by the looks of it, forming and coalescing into a blade. She flicked it around to catch the mace on it as she grinned wide now, baring her fangs.

"This is just a fight club, though. We bring in any more tools and think of the problems this'll make for everyone else."

Sig Dryggo

 

[Sig Dryggo]

She liked to talk. Sig himself was known to pontificate and employ theatrics, the childhood poet within him never vanishing despite his hardened Mandalorian exterior.

Yet, more interestingly, she also demonstrated skills the warrior had not encountered before. Sig, despite his narrow minded hatred of those who wielded it, wasn’t blind or oblivious to the many abilities the force could grant an individual. Summoning weaponry, although new to witness, wasn’t necessarily shocking. No, merely another lesson learned and more information about the enemy learned.

As she continued her banter and revealed her fangs, Sig let out a genuine chuckle. “Something tells me you don’t care about these people,” Sig pushed forward with the mace, attempting to throw her off balance before taking a small leap backwards, giving some space between them. “So what’s a peculiarly poisonous flower like yourself doing here? Credits? Seems too easy.” Sig released the mace, it smashing down into the floor with a ground shaking thud.

The crowds that were gathered previously were still present though most were visibly unsure of what to do or how to react. To them the simple fighting had already escalated beyond their normal circumstances. The few doors to the establishment had guards placed; these guards were also uneased by the situation.

Sig shifted his gaze back to the woman once more. “Practice?” He laughed as he spoke, “That makes more sense.” Instead of moving he waited a moment. Would she go for him and confuse the fight, or react and go for the guards who were slowly beginning to circle the pair of fighters.

Either way, the fun was just getting started.

Alina Tremiru

 

[Alina Tremiru]

"Practice is a good descriptor for it." Anima dissipated as she stumbled a step back from the push some, before she regained her footing. He didn't come right after her, so then fighting was at a pause, perhaps? Her gaze drifted to those around them. Were they so warry they were going to put down the fighters? Perhaps. They were starting to see things unnatural on one side and very armed on the other.

Tensions rising, as it were.

"What do you think, should we put this date on hold until the onlookers are taken care of? All these eyes make me feel so shy."

Sig Dryggo

 

[Sig Dryggo]

In his own twisted ways, Sig secretly found the woman interesting to say the least. After all she was, seemingly, as bloodthirsty as himself. Sig wasn’t one to outright advertise it unless the situation called for it, but he would eliminate an entire room of unarmed or underprepared combatants. Fair didn't matter. Only the fight.

Gazing around the room for a brief moment he considered his options. Despite their flirtatious word play, he knew the fight wasn’t over. Yet it seemed she was willing to engage in combat as allies instead of foes, even if only for this one instance. It was an interest crossroads he found himself at and for once he wasn’t entirely sure which direction to go.

After a moment his t-visor shifted its emotionless gaze back towards the force-wielding woman. “It would seem our dance has been cut short,” he said with a more playful tone than he’d usually put on, “It would be a crime if we didn’t finish it.”

He knew she’d understand. Even if she didn’t pick up on what he was saying, his next action would all but confirm it.

Without warning he turned heel and his jetpack activated for a brief moment to send him into the nearest body. The guard expelled most the air from his lungs as his body slammed hard agaisnt the ground. The room began to clear; with the onlookers and audience members fearfully exiting at an increasing pace. Meanwhile the guards of the establishment, about a dozen men from the looks of it, began to spread out among the various tables with one taking up position behind the back-wall bar.

Removing one of his pistols from its holster, he unloaded a single round into the guard he had tackled before quickly rolling over and knocking down a table for cover.

In his mind this was the only way he knew how to flirt, whether he knew he was or not.

Alina Tremiru

 

[Alina Tremiru]

Violence it was.

Alina watched in silence as Sig was the first to launch into the fight. The guards focused on the visible threat, blasters aimed his way in panic, but they were soon turned right towards her. A blood bath was all that awaited them now. One opened their mouth to shout, probably something about sanding down. They didn't have the time to ask given Alina was on them, swiping her hand across their throat. They fell, head severed from their shoulders.

Panic filled the hall further. Blaster fire, blood, she cleaved through body like it was paper with just her fists, grinning from ear to ear as she dodged blaster fire and took down her foes one by one. Violence ended fairly quick, though. Guards weren't many, and they were quick to flee once they realized how outclassed the were. Silence filled the room.

But it wasn't going to last.

"So, we going to finish now or after we're gone? I'm sure they've made a few calls." She shook out her hands, flicking the blood that had coated them off.

Sig Dryggo

 

[Sig Dryggo]

Sig watched the carnage unfold before him. He was no stranger to violence yet even he wasn’t privy to witnessing such extremes in so short a time. Still however impressive it was mattered little, in the end. After all, they were a force-sensitive, and Sig would still see them as such no matter how impressive their combat prowess.

Standing from his covered position he stretched a moment before placing his pistols back in their holsters. She wasn’t wrong, they likely had alerted other forces to their presence, and more than likely they’d soon be descended upon by such forces. He thought then, for a moment.

It was true she had used the force and her prowess as a warrior couldn’t be gauged, properly at least in Sig’s mind. Yet he wouldn’t deny that the flirting, real or not, was unique enough that he would be remiss to say otherwise. He let a smirk fall upon his lips as he returned to face her, only a few feet away.

“We got time to finish our dance,” he said as he raised his hands once more, “Assuming you can keep up?” He knew she’d likely pounce after the playful banter thrown her way; Sig was ready for whatever her next move would be, eager for the dance to continue.

Alina Tremiru

 

[Alina Tremiru]

"Mmm it's not as fun now, in truth." Alina let out a sigh, almost sounding disappointed. He wasn't just aware of her connection to the Force, but of her raw strength. Without mystery or surprise, would it even be worth trying her might unarmed? She hummed, mulling over the thoughts on whether she should strike out at him. Especially with the danger of law enforcement or bounty hunters.

"Not much one for a quickie. Shall we put a pin in it, Mandalorian?"

Sig Dryggo

 

[Sig Dryggo]

Sig let out a brief chuckle. He wouldn’t lie, he had fun. A distraction was always welcomed, even if the fight itself was interrupted for something else. Either way he would respect the lady’s wish and gave a slight bow, “I won’t argue with that.”

He wasn’t sure what her plans were but he knew his: regroup with his clan. He began making his way around the bodies and tables about the establishment until he reached the stairs that would lead to the exit. He turned and reached into his belt; pulling out a small tracking fob.

“Don’t normally do this” he started, glancing down at the fob for a moment, “But you intrigue me.” He tossed the fob to her before making a half turn towards the doorway. “If you ever want another dance, let me know.”

He turned and left, his heavy boots echoing as he marched up the stairs until they faded into nothing. The Mandalorian warrior would soon find himself back on his ship and bound towards the Neo-Crusaders. What started as a minor distraction ended with an interesting new contact and a decent fight to boot.

Either way, Sig Dryggo was back from the dead with a vengeance that burned brighter and hotter than ever before.

Alina Tremiru